Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 17: Crying ghost and ugly face woman

"I guess, it has something to do with your group of guests with unique recipes?" Looking at the setting sun that was almost obscured by the woods in the distance, Putila sighed and asked Thales sarcastically.

But Thales did not answer him.

The traverser forced himself, calmed down in the panic of the surprise attack, and looked at the dignified black-clothed, silver-haired and purple-eyed **** beauty opposite.

Cortrina l.a. van Corleone.

If I remember correctly... Thales gritted his teeth: It is the Corleone family and even the current owner of the Kingdom of Night.

Queen of Night.

Selena Corleone's sister.

But-Thales immediately realized: Why, Her Majesty of the East Mainland, with such a noble status, why would he condescend and surrender himself and cross the sea personally to pursue four weak political refugees?

Even if that is her sister.

The pretender of the Blood Sea Throne.

Something is wrong.

"How to fight against the kinsmen," the attendant Huaiya holding a straight blade with one-sided opening, looked around with a heavy face: "I only heard the teacher talk about it, and never practiced it."

The young attendant tried his best to keep calm, but judging from his sudden increase in speech speed, I am afraid that he did not expect that he would encounter the situation before the prince for a few days.

"Congratulations, then, not everyone has such a good opportunity to practice!" Putilai was calm, and he carefully observed the scorching blood races around:

"Beheading or piercing the heart--this is one of the few effective methods, although some powerful blood races can recover even if the heart is damaged."

"Silver or sunlight will weaken or even hurt them."

"In the battle, one relies on stable footsteps, and second on the anticipation of your position, because you will never be faster than them."

"At the same time, stay vigilant: just like the power of the end, every blood family above the super rank has its own unique abilities, which vary from person to person—used in battle, it can often bring unexpected effects ."

Wiyaa palely nodded.

"Short-born of Westland," beside Cortlinna, a commander-like middle-aged male kin, with a firm appearance and indifferent expression, stepped forward, with chills in his eyes: "Your Majesty Queen , Waiting for your obedience."

"Hand over the traitors of the night kingdom."

"We will be kinder when we start."

"Twenty-one--all are masters above the super level, among them, there are at least three extreme levels," Edda walking from behind Thales, there was no longer the usual laziness in her voice, but heavy Seriously: "The uncle who spoke, the young man on his left, and the queen dressed like a prom star."

"If you want to fight," the female secret guard stretched her hand to her waist and said solemnly: "Be prepared for heavy casualties. It's really impossible. I can only protect you and run away, kid."

As soon as the voice fell, what Edda called the "young man on the left hand"-the brown-haired young kin in the red dress and silver armor, showed a mysterious smile and looked at her.

"That cloak is an extreme state, no one else is worth mentioning, Your Majesty." The young kin, his face was firm, but his pale complexion ruined his toughness. I saw him smiling and facing away. The queen on the side bowed: "Please leave her to me."

Kortelina did not respond, but stared deeply at Thales, making her palms sweat even in such cold weather.

"Don't be careless, Simon." The middle-aged kinsman said slowly: "These are soldiers. They cooperate with each other to form a battle formation and cannot be compared with ordinary adventurers."

"Very humorous, Hesta." Simon chuckled slightly:

"Soldier? In this world, what other soldiers can compare to our Holy Blood Corps?"

Holy Blood Corps?

Thyls squeezed his fist secretly.

The words of Eastron, the blond kin, came to mind.

【Even if your enemy is the Supreme King of the Stars, with the support and protection of our Holy Blood Corps, he will never dare to embarrass you. 】

Cortelina remained motionless, letting her two commanders negotiate, only a pair of pretty eyes blazed at the crowd, which was full of coldness.

Thirty end swordsmen are all excellent players. Even so, many people can't help but look at their leader Jorah.

"Stay steady!" Jora shouted sternly, but he was also sweating.

"Our scouts and sentries for the past four days have never slackened, to ensure that there is no threat within a few kilometers," Jora looked at the figures in the bushes surrounding them, and whispered in disbelief: "Vampires Can only drive at night-how did they keep up with us?"

"Pay attention to your words, short-born, I don't want to hear that title anymore." The middle-aged kin commander said coldly.

Thyls frowned.

They came for Serena Corleone in the convoy.

That’s right. At this moment, no matter whether it’s a star or Exter, no one has any reason to kill me. Even the war-enthusiastic careerists will at least wait for me to leave the starland and enter Eke. After the battle, my death can better provoke the atmosphere that the two countries have to fight.

And Serene—Tyles glanced at the carriage in the black coffin—still remained silent.

"Jorah, you don't need to lower your voice." In the tense situation, thinking about whether to send someone to see Thales in Serena's carriage, he couldn't help but sighed: "I'm sure they are No one can hear us."

As soon as the voice fell, Kotlinna's eyes suddenly swept towards him!

Thyles' scalp numb in surprise.

"We have waited long enough," the middle-aged kin, Hesta moved his wrist a bit, and said indifferently: "Where are the traitors in the kingdom of night?"

Tyles was breathing quickly, but there was already a huge wave in his mind.

"My dear and ruthless sister, here is still here."

A familiar and childish voice sounded.

Under everyone's eyes, Serena Corleone, who was only six or seven years old, walked out of the carriage with a cold face, accompanied by Chris and Eastron.

Kortelina's purple pupils stared at her sister.

With the emergence of the three blood races, the blood warriors who originally stood like sculptures moved as if they were alive. It seemed that many people were surprised by Serena's baby figure.

Hesta and Simon frowned as they watched Serena's appearance, while the former gave Chris a stern look.

Rolf next to Thales looked at Chris and Eastron warily-he hadn't forgotten the old grudge between them.

"It seems that your injury is serious, Your Highness Serena," the seemingly young Simon smiled: "You can't maintain even the basic adult body shape."

Selina ignored him, but walked into the crowd step by step and stood beside Thales.

"Your Majesty Serena, please return to the blood-prohibited prison," the middle-aged Hesta coldly said: "Serve the rest of the sentence."

Thyls moved in his heart.

Very bad?

The sentence?

What sentence? Isn't Serena the loser in the fight for the throne?

He looked at the six or seven-year-old silver-haired little Lori.

"Oh, my dear Marquis Hesta Corleone," Serena raised her eyes and looked at Hesta deeply: "Excuse me, is there any change in my sentence?"

"The original sentence was immortality," Hesta sternly seemed to hate the little girl in front of him: "Because of your nasty escape and theft, you have increased your sentence for ten years...so the current sentence..."

"It's immortality plus ten years." He said indifferently.

Escape from prison, and... stealing?

Thyls's doubts grew deeper and deeper.

Istron beside Serena, his eyes are full of fire at the moment, he can't help but say: "Is there a difference?"

Kortelina still stared at Serena with scorching eyes.

"Hesta, Simon, and Luke, Dnieper, Bruton, Issara, Zadro..." Serena looked around and pouted, "Here is the In the Holy Blood Corps, the strength of the Corleone family has been brought out by almost half. Are you not afraid of the imbalance of the domestic situation? The other six, those princes who are ready to move?"

"If I can catch you back," Kotlinna spoke slowly, her attractive appearance now showing disgust: "Don't be afraid."

Thyls sighed sadly.

Why do you always have bad luck?

Up to now, there is only negotiation. What they want most is Serena. The biggest disadvantage is that they are in a strange land, so...

But as always, Thales' bad luck once again worked before he responded.

"Hmph, crying ghost." Just listen to Serena contemptuously: "Try it."

Ketrina's face that I see pity, chills suddenly!

No!

Thyls frowned, he turned his head and looked at Serena.

Is this old witch... provoking her opponent recklessly?

This situation... is she crazy?

"As you wish," Cortina's eyes appeared sharply, and her voice was once again low: "Ugly-faced lady."

This time, Serena's face changed.

Next moment.

I saw the beauty in black. Her Majesty Cortina Corleone raised her beautiful chin, a pair of purple pupils, shimmering with frightening colors, and swept towards the people of the mission.

She lightly opens her lips:

"My knights and knights..."

Thyls was agitated, he raised his hand suddenly and shouted: "Wait!"

But when Cortlinna's eyes appeared sharp, she listened to the moving voice, which contained indifferent murderous intent, and spread it:

"Kill them all!"

Tyles just opened his mouth.

No.

Wait.

The blood races of the three extreme realms on the opposite side are still standing there.

The eighteen kinsmen around them disappeared behind the bushes.

"Astral Array, ready to fight!" This is Jora's roar!

Tales didn't have time to shout out the rest of the words, and Rolf and Wiya, whose expressions changed drastically, lay on the snow with one hand and one hand.

The next moment, Thales, who buried his face in the snow, suddenly felt that the originally silent birch forest, like boiling oil, exploded countless sounds!

Countless weapons hacked and shields crashed.

The sound of flesh and blood being ripped apart by sharp claws, and the sound of blood shooting when an artery ruptures.

The sound of a human body falling down, the dragging sound of rubbing against the snow.

Anxious shouts, nervous reminders, unwilling angers, painful screams.

The whistling sound of the kinship figures back and forth...

At the same time echo in this sparse jungle!

Thyls spit out a mouthful of snow in his mouth.

He was lying in the snow, gritted his teeth and raised his head in panic and nervousness.

"Huh!"

Wiya's single-sided blade flashed by like a cold light, flashing in front of Thales' eyes, forcing a blood family that had broken through the gap back.

Rolfe activated his ability tacitly, and the constant wind blew him away.

Ada's figure jumped in mid-air, and the head of the blood race flew out.

But this is just the scene around Thales.

With the support of those around him, Thales turned his head and looked around.

His pupils dilated instantly.

In other places, Canxing's private soldiers are facing the disaster of extinction.

Sprayed blood.

A fallen limb.

Head flying horizontally.

The sword dyed red.

The human body lying weakly on the ground.

Soldiers dragged away from the line of defense by kinsmen.

No.

Tyles' eyes widened.

It's not that he has never seen a fight.

But this is what he has seen, one-sided situation, the fastest melee.

In the ten seconds of receiving the battle, the 30-person Cancellous Private Soldier's formation has fallen eight or nine!

The silhouette of the blood warrior constantly disappears or appears in the air, and every movement represents an extremely dangerous attack.

"It's too fast—be careful, hold on!"

"Should--"

"Ah...my hand!"

"Clang!"

"The top of your head...pay attention to the top of your head!"

"Boom!"

"This is...right in front...er!"

"Ding...qiang!"

"They are on the left!"

"Dang Cang!"

"Whh--"

"Damn, drag him back!"

"Boom!"

"He is not saved... Be careful behind!"

"Keng!"

"No! Do you dare!"

Qiaora reached the front line, formed a circle with the companions on both sides, gritted her teeth, and slashed towards the blood that suddenly appeared.

But the blade was cut in the air, and it didn't work at all.

Just listen to him hoarse, shouting angrily: "Hold your shield and stabilize the line of defense! Beware of attacks above your head!"

But it didn't work.

A soldier next to Jora held a shield for him to fend off an attack.

But at the same time, another sharp claw appeared from the other side ~IndoMTL.com~ slammed and pierced the soldier's throat.

Blood splashed out.

Joola can only scream in vain, full of resentment.

Canyon’s private soldiers tried their best to maintain the astral formation. They wanted to use skilled and uninterrupted combat cooperation to restrain the ghostly stature and amazing blood warriors.

But the irony is that in this battle, it is the blood races who cooperate the most.

Eighteen blood races, eighteen men and women, are divided into six groups in an orderly manner, from six directions, attacking the star formation of the private soldiers of the stars.

One feinted, one harassed, and another waited for the moment to deliver a fatal blow-tearing the throat or removing the head.

The first person accidentally got injured by the sword, he immediately changed positions with the second person, and the second person exchanged responsibilities with the third person from time to time, maintaining a continuous offensive, unrelenting, and imposing great defense on the line of defense every moment pressure!

None of the kinsman hesitated, talked too much, retreated or paused.

Compared to the blood slaves they had encountered without reason and cooperation, this was...Tyles scalp numbly thought: the real elite warriors of the blood races.

Holy Blood Corps?

Only extreme masters like Chris and Edda can stay alive and even gain some gains in the melee.

Another scream from the soldier came.

No.

Can’t go on like this.

Why?

Why is her order to "kill us"?

Instead of "hand over Serena"?

Thyls turned to Serena and said angrily: "We could have negotiated a settlement!"

But Serena just looked back at him coldly: "She said'kill them all'."

The casualties of soldiers are increasing!

Tyles' scalp numb, watching Can Xing's private soldiers fall one by one.

But just as the casualties were getting worse, a roar exploded out of thin air.